I confess I was born to teach. Today I welcomed over a hundred students–eager, excited, and some a bit apprehensive–and tomorrow many more. After my family, teaching turns my crank more than just about anything. That is why my presence in the blog world, such that it is, will soon diminish dramatically. I have to choose between sitting in my office and looking an eager student in the eye or typing words on a screen. Well, I have two books … →

I have always had a love for studying (and even more being a part of) movements of God, from my childhood when our small church erupted in the Jesus Movement to teaching courses on the subject today. Santyana said those that do not learn from history are doomed to relive it. I think those who do learn from history can best deal with culture today. This month I begin my 12th year teaching at SEBTS, and my 15th teaching fulltime … →

One of the awesome blessings of teaching at SEBTS/SECWF is the fact that some of the sharpest young adults hang out with my kids. This is Melissa (right) and Hannah, our 13 year old. Melissa is a college student who loves to do stuff with hannah and hannah with her. This is Jeff Capps, who just graduated from our college. Jeff has played with our band a lot and has really been a mentor to my son Josh, the drummer. … →

This past week I got to meet Chris Mortensen, NFL expert on ESPN and a believer. His football stories were only surpassed by his testimony of salvation, which was quite encouraging. It made me think of this article I wrote a while back, adapted a little for now… Football has had an enduring affect on my life. Maybe it stems from the matching scars I have on both knees from surgical repairs brought about from my gridiron days. Maybe it … →

Last fall a student named Joy sat way up in the back of my class, no doubt nervous about taking evangelism. As the semester went on, Joy came by the office and shared with me her burden for Desiree, her coworker and friend back home near Asheville, NC. Joy so longed to see Desiree come to Christ, but Desiree’s life was heading the opposite direction. She was what I call a radically unchurched young lady. Then Christmas break came and … →